The syzygy line,
a confluence of forces.
Sun, Moon, Earth, Water.
Enraging flames shine
Igniting the vast forest
Fall is in full swing
wild grass at sunset
shimmering with insect wings
warm breeze on hilltop
razor morning sun
severs horizon from sky,
daybreak from twilight
a distant lake shore
drinks the last drop of sunset...
Pisces on the rise
Defiant gerbers
canvas of vibrant colors
festoon the garden
He is an old shirt
worn and faded, a dry leaf
before winter winds
She paraded through
the orange groves and smelled
like heaven on earth.
laughter fills the pool
sunshine strikes the snow shovel
buried in tall grass
left leaves cry and cling
to barren swaying branches
wind whispers be free
Fall softly spring rain
my grandmother's lips are dry
awaiting the bloom
blackbirds on asphalt
scar the frost for frozen crumbs?
wind song stirring trees
fine white china smashed
scattered along the shore line
sea shell collection
mercurial bird
dives into honeysuckle...
perfume beads scatter
midwinter south beach
wind-driven sand moon-pulled waves
each dog bows then plays
The storm is brewing
Darkly in the western sky.
Now, time to be brave.
pink wild rose blossoms
lone traveler along road
bee bathes in pollen
Moon in the window
Whispers turn to city fog
Hear the world, kiss me
Tobacco ash falls
Addicts blow up at the sky
Smoke break in rehab
snow so white it hurts
even the air, astonished,
draws its frozen breath
Small words echo here
In emptiness they stand tall
Red woods among pines.
Full dandelion
Swollen with good intentions
Blown into the wind
Cicadas singing
Trees sweating sweet aroma
Bathing in the sun
sunlight cuts below
storm clouds bowling the meadow
in sparkling thistle
Turquoise fog rises
Searchlights moving rapidly
Midnight sky coming
Running from sunsets
Swimming through smog filled wind gusts
Beauty in poison
Between the puddles
the rain is invisible.
The sidewalk is still.
ocean mugs the shore
awaiting the next onslaught
pebbles lie trembling
she unwraps her hair
a sea of flowers and rain
flows from her wonder
Fall has tumbled in
The light is rusty gold now
Raining from the trees
Under a blanket
of soft freshly fallen snow
lie tomorrow's seeds.
Looking south, ducks call.
Sighing, trees release summer:
Fluttering leaf falls.
We are storms at sea,
Falcons above the desert,
A great song in all.
alert hare watches
ears up clover sun dining
with nervous cat thoughts
fallen autumn leaves
chin on paws on empty boots
come on boy. . .good boy
Restless, scattered mind
Awakens me before dawn
Bobcat at our pond